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Monday
Jun202005

longest moon night

we dance on the lawn of death
with your canine teeth at my throat

thunder clouds
rise in the west
thunder blows sax
broken streets
old man’s shopping cart
lined with plastic bags full of cans

homeless indigents
beggars – bodhisatvas
hard hatted lunch bucket brigade
watching the girls
‘another mule is kicking in my stall’

look at that will ya’
it’s a classic – pay attention all the time
nomads in the world – a bird call – solitary golak raven

how is this
amazing blaze of fury’s dancing
mixed w/laughter, living and loving
you’re facing it now
people cast into shadows
and only the shadow knows
everyone
hidden behind their shadow
chasing shadows, illusions
feeding imaginary needs

eating mountain fire and wave fire
whales pirouette down their territorial depths

ballet dancers on point
balance a machete
hacking their way through turbulent undergrowth
coming at them in cloud waves
exposing lightning bolts
ghosts smoke
fire in the hole!

above calm surface
lives full of wonderland
delight and never-ending mysterious
unfold precious discoveries

wrapped in smooth emotional fabrics
complete with pulsating heart vibrations
washing sunsets
lips pressed
against diamond dew drops
eternity's smelling
small world’s wind color—
blue, yellow, red, white, green

laughter O joy
traces earth - rocks are her bones
grass and trees her hair
water her blood
drop by drop
gathering light
smelling sea peace

in a window a woman irons dreams
a globe, books, razor penciled paper

inside a paramedic van,
red, orange strobs
is a trapped man
and someone is screaming, “where is his vein?”

bones around my neck
carved human skulls
ward off shadows – protection from evil spirits

bones are a heavy weight considering they are dust

bones, bones, caressing the bones

she is a Lung-ta Tibetan wind horse
peace compassion strength wisdom
flying into elders' dreams
manifesting forgiveness
on her path

moving through fire
dancing on death's lawn
with her canine teeth at my throat

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